It's a Friday but it feels like another day entirely. A few days off work and my internal clock (if that's what it is) is all over the shop. Still a few more days off until the working year begins again.
Too cold to snow now. Apparently. Bah. Spurs begin their FA Cup campaign tonight, but it feels like it would be more prudent to rest a few players for the League at the moment. Still no shopping in the January sales by them yet, but it feels like somebody must be on the way in.
Talking of sales, why am I in a shopping mood? Hmmm...surprising, eh? Not...
Ooh, I've got a gag:
A man walks into a jewellers and without a word steps up to the counter and whips out his old boy, placing it on the desk in front of the bemused shopgirl. The assistant is a little taken aback, so she says "Excuse me, sir, I think you've made a mistake...this is a 'clock' shop not a 'cock' shop". "I knows that", says the man..."put a pair of hands on this for me would you?"
BOOM BOOM. This could be a regular thing. It's the way I tell 'em, etc.,
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